my mind was going ... places with the first one

funny story

in high school i truly wasn’t ever really interested in the party scene and drinking in general. so I was never really invited to many parties because they’d assume I wouldn’t go. keep in mind, i never knew what actually happened at these parties except the typical stereotype of what a high school party was depicted like in movies. well one day, an acquaintance of mine invited me to, in her own words: “a birthday thing at my place.” so I’m like oh my gosh this is my first real party!!! i’m extremely excited and i spend all day getting an outfit and picking the perfect gift for her. that night, i came dressed in heels and a brand new dress, hair curled with her present perfectly wrapped with a bow in my arms. i burst threw her front lawn gate when I realize …….
there’s no table for the gifts. there’s no tables of food or long tables for others to sit in. i just see everyone in the senior class wearing the normal clothes from earlier that school day, drinking coronas, all stopping to look at me.
it’s not an actually birthday “party”. it’s a kick back. 

i overly dressed … and brought a wrapped gift …. to a kickback……..

to this day, people still laugh when bringing it up and when they see me on the street. i still think it’s the most embarrassing/annoyingly innocent thing I’ve ever done.

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「The Quotes of POI」

Merry Christmas

506 Root

Even I appreciate a fairy tale ending, Harry.
Family politics, over-cooked meat,
monogamy. What’s not to love?
———
218 Harold Finch

Some of us don’t get to grow old with the one we love.
I’ll grow old with her,  just from afar.
———
504 sateen shaw

But when things got to be too bad…
there was one place I would go to in my mind.
Here…with you.
You were my safe place.
———
211 Harold finch

Pi, the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter,
and this is just the beginning;
it keeps on going, forever, without ever repeating.
Which means that contained within this string of decimals, is every single other number.
Your birthdate, combination to your locker, your social security number,
it’s all in there, somewhere.
And if you convert these decimals into letters,
you would have every word that ever existed in every possible combination;
the first syllable you spoke as a baby,
the name of your latest crush,
your entire life story from beginning to end,
everything we ever say or do; all of the world’s infinite possibilities rest within this one simple circle.
Now what you do with that information;
what it’s good for,
well that would be up to you.
———
513 The machine

I learned everyone dies alone
But if you mean something to someone
If you helped someone or loved someone
If even a single person remembers you
Then maybe you never really die
And maybe this isn’t the end at all
———
513 The machine

You always thought there was something wrong with you
because you don’t feel things the way other people do.
But she always felt that was what made you beautiful.
She wanted you to know that if you were a shape,
you were a straight line.
An arrow.
———
107/409 Carl Elias

Veni Vidi Vici/Invictus maneo

———
411 Sameen shaw

Life is crap
Welcome to the human race
But the good news is, you are not alone.
———
101 John Reese


When you find that one person who connects you to the world,
you become someone different,
someone better.
When that person is taken from you…
what do you become then?

I legitimately want to know what one of your favourite book is. What’s so great about it, and why do you like it? 

One of my favourites has got to be The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. At first I didn’t really understand what was going on, but then everything clicked into place and the story went smoothly after that. 

I also really enjoyed the attention to details, the love prospect, and the circus itself! It was great seeing the circus come together in my mind. All of it (the circus) was mind blowing!

“Walls”

Haven’t written anything in a super long while…was like, creatively constipated, which has been awful for my book.  Anyway, that kiss tonight got me thinking:

That kiss felt more like…it was making up for last night.  This is where my mind went, and no one has to agree with me, but…this is what I came up with.  First thing I’ve written in probably over a month.  Holla at me.


“You’re really going tomorrow?”

Her back was to him, and his was to hers, the soft sound of her voice filtering the darkened room.  Rick paused, hesitant, then turned around, lifting up the blanket as he did so, the carpeted floor felt beneath the blanket underneath.  With caution, he draped his arm over her, then froze.

Waiting.

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during my homework/study/revision sessions, i often find myself wasting precious time making frivolous decisions and adjustments i should have already figured out. i thought of a couple ways to avoid such procrastination and distraction, and to make the most of your study sessions!

1. COLLECT EVERYTHING YOU NEED BEFORE YOU START.

even if you think you MIGHT need it, grab it. when you need something in the middle of doing homework, studying, or revising, it might cause you lose focus and track.

now, mind you, this one isn’t a super huge problem if you simply get what you need and go back to your study space (or don’t leave it in the first place), but just in case, get everything you need so you’re not tempted to wander, go check your phone, etc.

2. HAVE A COLOR CODE / SCHEME.

i can’t tell you how many times i’ve been sitting down to make notes, a study guide, or something similar, and i end up going through my stationery collection and staring at my paper for 10 minutes trying to decide which colors to use.

establish a color code for the subject you’re taking notes on, and/or already have the colors you want to decorate/write your notes in chosen.

3. MAKE A STUDY PLAYLIST.

it will eliminate the need to go on your phone/computer/ipod/etc. to change the song, which can lead to you using it for social media and other things.

put songs you LOVE on there so it’s constant jamming—not constant distraction!

4. CREATE SPECIFIC, DETAILED TASKS TO COMPLETE / GOALS TO MEET.

this is a huge one for me—probably my biggest issue. i find myself at the end of the study session with barely anything accomplished because i don’t have a game plan in the first place.

chunk your assignment or topic of study/revision into small, manageable chunks so you’ll not only feel more productive, you’ll BE more productive.

you’ll have a clear list of everything you need to get done by the end of your session, motivating you to work and steering you along the way so you don’t end up idling the whole time.

5. KNOW THE NOTE-TAKING METHOD / STUDY STRATEGY YOU’LL BE USING.

if you’re taking notes from a textbook, video, test prep book, novel, etc., decide on a note-taking method before you even start. this will keep you from being dissatisfied with your notes and starting over, scrolling through tumblr/social media for inspiration then straying away from actual work, getting overwhelmed because you don’t know what to do, and (obviously) getting no notes taken.

as for studying/revising, choose whether you’ll be using flashcards, summary foldables, re-reading, highlighting, etc. to study or revise the information before you start. this prevents spending time trying to figure out HOW you’re going to study/revise INSTEAD OF studying/revising, and helps you actually get some learning done.

6. TRY SETTING A TIME LIMIT

some people work well under pressure! the time constraint might motivate you to get as much done as possible in the time you’ve allotted yourself, thus decreasing your will to turn your attention to other things.

moral of this post: plan out your study sessions so you’re fully prepared for success, productivity, and accomplishment! :)


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sharingan-rasengan-chidori  asked:

Hey, lovely! I'm feeling sick and anxious about Sunday, I've read so many spoilers (accidentally) and people are all saying different things and my head is spinning. I love Sherlock but I'm not sure I can watch it on Sunday. My head is reeling. I feel like grieving if what I've read is real and true but I'm also trying to hold out hope and I can't. You're my absolute favourite Sherlock blog and I was wanting your opinion on all of this, if you wouldn't mind? Sorry for bothering you!

Hey, you are not bothering me at all! 💖 that really means a lot to me that you like my blog 💖

Of course there’ll be loads of spoilers going round and there’ll also be lots of fake ones going around. This always happens wth something this Big, there’ll be folk out there wanting to be the next viral hit or something, putting out “spoilers” that didn’t even happen in the first place!

This is far from the first time something like this has happened– this is a smaller scale, but I remember when Coronation Street (a soap opera) were gearing up for their big 50th anniversary episode. The big plot point for out that this episode would feature both a tram crash and a gas explosion, with multiple characters being killed off. Now, yes the tram crash and explosion happened, but there were all sorts of “confirmed” rumours going out that Major Character A was going to die, but, when you watched the episode, it was actually Major Character C who died.

It’s only natural for uncertainty and rumours to fly about, especially for a show of this magnitude. The stakes are high, this is a Big Finale, and ANYONE that says ANYTHING about “what happens” in the episode will be listened to at this point.

All I’ll say is I trust where the show is taking me- The Abominable Bride was everything I hoped and dreamed for, and The Lying Detective for me out even more groundwork into highlighting the writers game plan: the end goal is for John and Sherlock to end up together. This has always been a love story. That’s what everything has been gearing up to.

And things said out of context about an episode which is bound to happen just cause more doubt and worry. Imagine if after The Empty Hearse came out there was a big expose on Sherlock kissing Molly but they didn’t mention that this was one of Anderson’s theories! 😂 The outcry! The confusion! the only way you can confirm what has actually happened is by seeing the full episode that airs for us on Sunday.

I really hope this has reassured you and I hope you’re feeling better soon! Try not to worry about things before they’ve happened, as my grandad said 😉❤️, because if they never actually happen, then you’ve wasted all that time worrying! 💖 it’s so easy to be swayed by other opinions so I absolutely empathise- I remember reading a book that claimed to have The Scoop about the ending of the Deathly Hallows before it was even published, and I wasted a lot of time fretting that Ron would end up being a Death Eater 😂

All the songs on ‘Back to Black’, apart from ‘Rehab’ are about Blake. It occurred to me recently that one of the biggest-selling albums of the twenty-first century so far is about the biggest low-life scumbag God ever breathed life into. Quite ironic, isn’t it? Mind you, you don’t get albums written about really good people like Ghandi or Nelson Mandela, do you? Good people’s place in Heaven may be assured, but nobody’s going to have a chart-topping album full of songs about someone’s good deeds.
—  Mitch Winehouse, Amy, My Daughter
Captured. Chapter 3

Chapter One 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: 

I awoke with a start, my lungs aching for air. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. As if I was being suffocated for a moment before being brought back to life again, air filling my lungs the moment my body dares to awaken from the unplanned sleep I’d had. Even after all this time disapparating still had this horrible effect on me. Going from one place to another in such a short amount of time always made my mind race, and my heart beat rapid.

The dramatic fluttering of my eyes opening and my brain running a million miles an hour made me flustered, my chest raising and falling at a quick rate. At first I don’t know where I am and I almost forget how I even got to this point in the first place, but it takes mere seconds for the memories to come flooding back in one sudden swoop.

My eyes are trained onto the ceiling when I let my mind untangle and uncoil all the moments that led up to where I am now. As I begin to catch up with myself I’m met by a whole new fear. Where was I? I move along whatever it is I’m lying on and I realize it’s a bed. My fingers stir along the sheets, my fingertips finding the expensive sensation of silk. The air around me is warm, fire crackling peacefully in the background. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out where it is that I’ve ended up. I knew this place like the back of my hand… I was in a bedroom, but not just anyone’s. I was in Mr. Graves’ bedroom.

Looking around I take in the luxurious state of his home, noting the high arches of the room and all the details. Percival Graves was a part of a famous family in America. In fact, the Graves were well known all around the world. No one would dare mess with them and every single one of them had a title that they lived up to effortlessly. This wealth and importance of name was something that Percival tried his hardest to exude and it had always been overly apparent in his own home where he spared no expense. I think about expensiveness when I stir beneath the silk black sheets of his bed, my hands finally deciding that it’s time to get up instead of lounging around.

Goosebumps plagued my body as I sat up in the bed, my eyes trained on the very person who’d brought me here. He’s standing directly across from the bed, his back to me as he looks out the open window which leads to a back deck. He lived in a house just outside New York, but even from here one could still make out the city lights illuminating back through the tall buildings.

The room is illuminated by his bedroom fireplace, lighting which makes his now dressed down form seem more sinister… more powerful. I look away from him when I feel a flicker of desire move through me. The sight before me was one that I’d had the pleasure to have on more than one occasion and it was intense. So when I do managed to pull my gaze from his perfect form I find that something else catches my eye. In the corner of the room my eyes catch magical objects ironing out his clothing, each household item doing the work for him. I smile slightly at the magic being performed in front of me before the sound of his tired voice cuts through the innocents of basic magic.

“Look who’s finally awake…”

He practically purrs as he lifts his head up, his slicked back hair catching the moonlight. His silhouette turns to face me slowly, his eyes catching mine the moment he’s facing me. His lips make a smirk instantly as he looks at me and appreciates how I look in his bed.

“… I’ve got to say Ms. Evermore, it’s been far too long since you’ve been in that bed. It’s a sight that I’ve gone too long without.”

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Marrish vs. Srydia, simple words

The worst things that Stilinski jr. said about/to Lydia:

Stiles: *calls her cold and lifeless inside*

Stiles: Lydia’s turned into the town whackjob.

Stiles: I’m in love with a nutjub.

Lydia: I’m supposed to call you first before the police when I found a body?

Stiles: YEEEEEEEEES!


Stiles: *yells about his man’s pain after Lydia saw Jackson’s deaths* If you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind!!!  (because of course, his little poor feeling are most important here, right?)

And now, the grand finale, the WORST thing that Jordan said:

Jordan: Just an unusual habit of showing up in places where people were brutally murdered?

Lydia: You say I have a reputation?

Jordan: Unusual one. Maybe you’re a PSYCHIC.

Seriously, Jordan, you horrible homo sapiens, HOW COULD YOU.

People wonder why we ship Marrish. LOL.

Hey guys guess what?? Ryan hasn’t been following Brendon for a while now so it doesn’t really matter. And second of all who cares if he unfollowed him. And if I see one more person hating on Ryan for unfollowing Brendon I’m going to lose my mind because Brendon never even followed Ryan in the first place even after he had to have known Ryan followed him. And stop commenting on Ryan’s instagram about it. Its obnoxious and he shouldn’t have to deal with it. Leave him alone.

In Defense of Chloe Price

You’re probably wondering why I am writing this post in the first place, but there’s been some comments running around the LiS fan community about one Miss Chloe Price that have been really grinding my gears lately so I decided to go ahead and do this.

First of all, I would like to state for the record that I actually don’t mind character hate in the tags since I understand that tags, at their core, serve to organize your posts for your blog and as long as you tag stronger content when the need arises I don’t really care if I come across a 20+ page post in a character tag about why you hate said character.

HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean that it’s ok for a person to spew hate for a character or towards people who like said character you are so intent on spewing hate for in a rather immature and offensive manner. I get it – it’s important to critique the media we consume since none of us live in a vacuum and LiS isn’t without its faults, but when the criticism itself is based on problematic and offensive points of view that doesn’t mean you get a free pass to scream your opinion from the rooftops without being called out on it, and I can’t help but notice that Chloe Price is one of the characters in the game who gets the most hate for all the wrong reasons.

LiS, at the end of the day, is not about time travel. 

It is not about becoming one with your “spirit animal”, it is not about supernatural phenomena, it is not about quirky hipsters, it is not about the art of photography. What it IS about is two teenage girls named Max and Chloe who are best friends and are trying to grow up in a world that does not treat teenage girls and their opinions and experiences as if they matter. And yes, despite what many of you think I strongly believe that this story – this story about two queer teenage girls – deserves to be told, but mostly I think that everyone should pay particularly close attention to what this game is trying to say about queer teenage girls like Chloe Price.

Chloe Price, who has had to deal with the traumatic experience of not only losing your father in a car crash, but both of your best friends in the whole world shortly afterward on top of that.

Chloe Price, who is 19-years-old and is living with a man who is verbally and physically abusive towards her.

Chloe Price, who has literally no one to depend on except another teenage girl who is dismissed by adults just as often as herself on a daily basis even in the face of threats to their very lives.

Chloe Price, who doesn’t know anything about social justice or gender equality or adulthood or how society really works, but knows without a doubt that she deserves better than the hand that life has given her.

So go ahead, hate on Chloe Price for the mistakes she’s made, hate her for forcing Max to do things she isn’t comfortable doing, hate her for starting shit unnecessarily, but don’t you dare hate her for daring to demand attention and love from someone else because the fact is that society is already telling teenage girls that they’re not worthy of affection in the first place, that feeling they are deserving of love is somehow “selfish” or “egotistical”. 

Go ahead and build shrines in dedication to Kate Marsh because depressed teenage girls only deserve to be happy if they allow their own depression to swallow them up without imposing themselves on others or getting angry or aggressive towards those who have wronged them while you throw Chloe Price under the goddamned bus, go the fuck ahead and do it for all I care.

But I will be right here, fighting for every teenage girl who has dared to think themselves worthy of affection and is not afraid to dare to make people uncomfortable in order for them to know it.

The Ultimate Livestream Analysis Part IV

Check out Part I here , Part II here  and Part III here

This is last one, I promise

Host: Is it true that you both had your mouth on this dummy?

Joe & Caspar: Yeah

Somehow I am under the impression that the host ships them as well

Host: Well then kiss it now

Of course, they both did

HE SHIPS THEM SO HARD

Host: What about this?

Caspar: I can show you to do it, on Joe’s lap maybe

SURE CASPAR WHY NOT

JOE’S LAP WOULD OF COURSE BE THE FIRST PLACE YOU CAN THINK OF

Joe: Yeah, go for it

OF COURSE YOU WOULDN’T MIND THAT JOE

Joe: Put my face on it

Sure, why don’t you lie down on the floor yourself and let Caspar kiss you back to consciousness like Snow White put his mouth on yours to perform CPR

Of course you have to hold Caspar’s shoulder for this, Joe, kneeling is such a hard task, Caspar can hardly do it on his own

In all seriousness, though (what, there is seriousness on my blog, what is this sorcery), Caspar explained it actually really well and pointed out the important parts, so kudos to Caspar! <3333

Caspar: You can’t use my phone, you’re gonna see everything

EXCUSE US, CASPAR, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO HIDE

Possibly the thousand cute photos you took of Joe sleeping without him knowing?

Joe: I guessed your password!

Remember when Joe did the prank with Caspar’s phone (in true Youtuber’s style, the link will be in the description below check out my analysis of this video here) and told him to change his password?

So, Caspar apparently did; probably he changed it from the day of their first date to the day of their first kiss or something :’(

Poor Caspy has probably already heard this story a thousand times (because he’s with Joe all the time), but look at his cute smile; he wouldn’t mind hearing it a thousand times more <3333

But now let’s get back to the filth:

Question: If you could get a tattoo, what would it be?

Caspar: I would get a J on one side of my bum and an E on the other

WHAT EVEN

The Queen of Jaspar @inlovewithjaspar hath spoken and she said the following: Joe basically fucks himself then

AND I THINK NOTHING CAN BE ADDED TO THIS

Except: remember when Caspar did these interviews with Will Ferrel, Mark Wahlberg etc. and asked them to tell Joe to go fuck himself?

BOOM

THERE YOU GO

Also, Caspar seems to have spent quite some time thinking about this, considering how quickly he came up with an answer

AND WHY ARE THESE BOYS SO OBSESSED WITH TATTOOING EACH OTHER’S NAMES ON THEIR BUTTS

CALM DOWN YOU TWO ALRIGHT

Roman: I need to ask, are you two still mates?

I’m sorry but what kind of question even is this? I mean yeah we don’t know why they moved out, but they are OBVIOUSLY still mates, just look at how happy they are each other and how much they hang out together! No one can just pretend to be friends to this extent

Caspar: The UK press, huh?

Joe: Yes, we are

And then look how he pulled Caspar into a hug

I’m crying

And then he didn’t let go of him :’((((

Roman: You’re not actually touching him, Joe, you’re going for the air high-five

And Caspar immediately took Joe’s arm and put it around his shoulders again :’(

Caspar: That’s the thing about radio, you can pretend we’re not touching when we actually are

Of course it was very important to Caspar to point out that they were actually touching :’(

Roman: Caspar, if Joe was hooked up to a lie detector, what would you ask him?

Caspar: Do you want to marry me?

I’m sorry, my imagination went a bit wild here

Caspar: I wanna know… there’s so many things

LOOK HOW THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER I CAN’T

Also I really wonder what Caspar might say if they were not being recorded…

Caspar: Am I your favourite child?

Caspar’s daddy kink is getting out of hand, like for real

Roman: How’s the Brit Charm work in America?

Well, I think we can all confirm that the Brit Charm also works perfectly on South Africans

Caspar: That’s not the first banana I’ve signed

Okay

WHATEVER YOU WERE TRYING TO SAY WITH THAT

AND I THINK THIS IS THE ONLY WAY THIS LITTLE ANALYSIS SERIES CAN BE ENDED APPROPRIATELY

anonymous asked:

As someone who has a chronic illness as well, I'd like to hear more about chronically ill Jaehee if you don't mind!

Yshor lemme get you a chair

Note: I don’t have an illness in mind, particularly, and I don’t think it matters too much.  It’s just a head canon.

  • I personally really identified a lot with the fact that she was an overachiever growing up (I did the same to compensate for my illness)
  • that her hobbies are ‘safe ones’, like watching DVDs and going to the movies, as opposed to..like… hiking etc.
  • Even more reason for her relatives to consider her a burden, which is a huge part of her route.
  • If Jumin’s job offered medical, it might explain why she took it in the first place and was so reluctant to leave.
  • She is able to drink, but she gets drunk very quickly (my meds make me drunk as a fart in minutes because of how they are absorbed into my system). 
  • She’s very formulaic, able to stay on top of numerous deadlines and in the loop of whatever’s going on at C&R, which is the same kind of personality trait I also originally developed as twelve year old kid taking multiple medications and attending about four different doctors for the same illness. Honest to goodness being sick is like playing telephone
  • Also: she’s good at 1) processing info, 2) reacting quickly and 3 not panicking, which is super important when you’re ill and constantly having new shit to deal with.
  • Not to mention, it’s specifically noted that she fainted when working on a project with Jumin that was hard on her physically, which obviously, to a healthy person is just a side note, but from the perspective of chronic illness is very interesting, since pushing herself in such a manner could have caused a flare up of whatever her illness in this particular head canon was. 
  • Stress is a major trigger factor of a lot of illnesses. So too is fatigue and skipping meals. There’s a reason you’re not supposed to take meds on an empty stomach. In this case, she would have been neglecting herself on all counts.

Just finished our regular Tuesday night team trivia. My brother, nephew, brother’s girlfriend, and another friend of my brother’s joined our regular crew.

Going into the final, we were two points out of first place, and for the final question, we had to match 5 sports to the movies that featured them. We got down to the last two and no one had ever seen them. Then it hit me, and I said, “Seven Days in Hell is about tennis!”

Mr. DKNC looked at me like I’d lost my mind and asked, “Are you sure about that?”

I replied “I’ve seen a picture from that movie of Jon Snow lying face down with a tennis racket at least 1000 times! I’m 100% sure!!”

We bet the maximum and won.

So THANK YOU, all of my beautiful Jon Snow loving friends!! I raised a glass to you after our victory tonight. :-)

All the songs on ‘Back to Black’, apart from 'Rehab’ are about Blake. It occurred to me recently that one of the biggest-selling albums of the twenty-first century so far is about the biggest low-life scumbag God ever breathed life into. Quite ironic, isn’t it? Mind you, you don’t get albums written about really good people like Ghandi or Nelson Mandela, do you? Good people’s place in Heaven may be assured, but nobody’s going to have a chart-topping album full of songs about someone’s good deeds.
—  Mitch Winehouse, Amy, My Daughter.

I was tagged by @strategicallyadorable​ and I’m actually gonna do this for once since I like most of these questions ;)

Name: Anna
Nickname: —
Gender: Female
Star Sign: Aries
Sexual orientation: (questioning) ace
Hogwarts House: I have never read or seen Harry Potter in my life and I have no desire to but for the sake of this question I took the first house quiz Google brought up and tonight I learned I would be a Hufflepuff (whatever that means)
Favorite color: Purple
Favorite animal: Elephant
Time right now: 8:36 pm
Average Hours of Sleep: 6-8
Cat or Dog person: Cat!
Favorite Fictional Characters: Aside from the penguins and lemurs, Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds, Mitchell Pritchett and Lily Tucker-Pritchett from Modern Family
Number of blankets I sleep with: 2
Favorite Singer/ Band: There is just no answer to this question, my taste in music is all over the place
Dream Trip: I want to go on that one US road trip that takes you to every state in a weird circle pattern thing
Dream Job: Uhhh I really have no idea maybe something in like video editing?
Current Number of followers: 443
When did your blog reach its peak? I don’t even know but it was probably a very long time ago
Tag 20(ish) followers: @lemurslovethelemurladies @just4penguins @junglethedrox @stevulien @a-whole-lotta-heck @bml1997 and anyone else who wants to do this!

It was our third date. Everything was great on the first 2 dates. Absolutely no red flags.

We met up at her place to have sex for the first time. We were down to almost nothing when I noticed she had blood on her underwear. I asked “are you on your period?” She said “yea, I hope you don’t mind.” Typically I don’t, but it was a bit weird since it was the first time.

Things go down, she gets on top and whispers in my ear “can I shit on you?” I’m thinking I must have misheard. “What?” Now a bit louder she says “I want to shit one you.” I say no, obviously. We keep going anyways, and I get back on top. She whispers in my ear again “will you shit on me?” I can’t believe she thinks I would be into that after already saying no to being shit on. “No.”

I go for a few more minutes but I’m so bothered by this that I can’t do it anymore
I pretend to cum, then I leave.

I decided on the drive home that i was never seeing her again. I get hone to clean off the crime scene that was my genitals, and dodge a few texts and calls for the next week. I think of her every time I poop now.

famous first lines of poetry
BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

AKA, CRY ABOUT PROMPTO WITH ME. 

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  // tyger tyger, burning bright  //  i have done it again.  //  do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night.  // let us go then, you and i, //  april is the cruelest month,  //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  // there is a place where the sidewalk ends  //  i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //  whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest; //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,  //  i taught myself to live simply and wisely  //  it so happens i am sick of being a man  //  i wandered lonely as a cloud  // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  //  o my luve is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me,  //  it was many and many a year ago,  // you may write me down in history  //  do not stand at my grave and weep  //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away,  //  i met a traveller from an antique land  //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  //  this is thy hour o soul,  //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  //  the art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  // come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty //  life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  //  if starry space no limit knows  // come live with me and be my love, //  had we but world enough and time,  // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense  //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee?let me count the ways. //  heaven is what i cannot reach ! // my dear, my dear, i know  //  in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break  // she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream.  //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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famous first lines of poetry.
bold the ones that apply to your muse.
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i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again //  do not go gentle into that good night  // the sea is calm to-night // let us go then, you and i //  april is the cruelest month // pretty women wonder where my secret lies // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood  //  whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary // i taught myself to live // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago  // you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep //  some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees  //  no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away // i met a traveller from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies // death be not proud // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you //  the art of losing isn’t hard to master //  to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man,  // that crazed girl improving her music // come to me in the silence of the night // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love,  //  had we but world enough and time  // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways // heaven is what i cannot reach ! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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famous first lines of poetry.
bold the ones that apply to your muse.
tagged by / @outcftheash

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again //  do not go gentle into that good night // the sea is calm to-night // let us go then, you and i //  april is the cruelest month // pretty women wonder where my secret lies // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood  //  whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary // i taught myself to live // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago  // you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees  //  no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away // i met a traveller from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies // death be not proud // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master //  to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man,  // that crazed girl improving her music // come to me in the silence of the night // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, //  had we but world enough and time  // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways // heaven is what i cannot reach !// my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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